Amelia's pov
As I arrived at the place I had always known as home, a pang of hurt filled me but I swallowed it down and paid the cab driver.
I went up the steps of the front porch with all the hesitance in the world. But as I entered , I found them already waiting for me in the living room and a flicker of hope arose in my chest.
“Where have you been?” My mother asked with an expression I hadn't known her to use on me before.
“I left that place, I couldn't take it.” I said not meeting her eyes and she scoffed.
“You couldn't take what? Everything that happened there yesterday was of your own making. You could have been a happily wedded wife but you chose to let your pride rule you and you refused to marry him.” She jabbed at me and I gasped.
I choked back tears threatening to fall.
“How could you say this mom? How could you blame me for all this? I never would have been happy in that marriage and you know it!”
“So you chose to call it off at our expense! Knowing full well that there was a possibility we would lose our wealth. You selfish, selfish girl!” She snarled and my father held onto her just like before.
“Thank goodness your older sister stepped in or what would have been our fate uhn? We did everything to make you happy, everything to keep you satisfied and the one thing we asked of you, you couldn't do.” My father said gravely and it hurt even more than her words.
I couldn't speak, it all felt too unreal. Were these my parents?
“We will be ceasing your credit cards for now and we will decide whether or not you will continue to reside with us.” My father continued in that grave tone and I stepped back again, shaken.
“We wanted to do more but Luke begged on your behalf and even promised to help us more than before, so do you see the tremendous mistake you have made? The very man you rejected is the one pleading on your behalf, a shame isn't it.” She tsked at me and hot fury filled my veins.
That manipulative bastard!
I wiped my tears roughly and turned on my heels, clearly, I wasn't wanted here and no way was I going to stay where I wasn't wanted.
They yelled, asking where I was going as though they cared but they didn't even move from their spot. They didn't even try to go after me. I got into my car and drove, I watched as the house grew smaller and smaller in my rear view mirror and sighed.
Knowing that place was no longer my home, I contemplated going back to the hotel and to that beautiful stranger but that didn't sound right. Instead, I drove down to a place Luke and I used to go, a place where thousands of memories were made.
It was a river, one we had discovered on one of our numerous drives around town. I stopped the engine and stepped out threading barefoot on the rocky ground.
I went to the river bank which was hidden behind some bushes and sat down, since it was early in the morning, it was peaceful.
The birds were chirping and the water was still, the sun was just rising above the clouds, casting shadows and warming things up in its wake. But it couldn't warm up my cold, shrivelled heart, it felt like someone had dipped their hands into my chest and ripped out my heart.
I picked up a smooth stone and it skittered on the water before sinking. I got up, swayed on my feet and carried a huge rock throwing it into the river and it made a huge splash. I was livid, I was angry but beyond it all I was broken. A gut wrenching scream clawed its way out of my chest.
“I hate you Luke! I hate you, I hate you!!” I yelled into the morning air so loud that the birds flew off, squawking in fear. Then I deflated, and violent sobs racked my body. My life was over. I had nothing left.
Absolutely nothing, nothing to go back to.
I walked slowly towards the river and stared at my reflection, a girl I didn't know stared back at me. My formerly flat ironed hair was now messy and wild, my skin looked even paler and my dress was wrinkled, the hem submerged in water, I looked the definition of broken.
There was only one way to end this misery.
I continued to walk deeper into the river, no one would miss me anyway, I thought as the water crept up my knees. But someone called out to me before I could jump.
“Ma'am, please get out of the water.” A man said from behind me and I half turned to find three men in black standing at the riverbank, I then realised how far I had gotten.
I ignored him and glanced back at the river, trying to remember why I wanted to end it all in the first place.
I could hear them begin to panic behind me but I didn't care. One placed a call and walked off, probably trying to call the authorities and another kept trying to persuade me to come out of the water and go with them but my mind was made up, my mind was set.
This was my fate now and I couldn't accept it, I had to end it before I completely lost my mind. I turned back to the river fully and readied myself to jump right in.
But another man suddenly arrived and yelled at me not to. I recognised that voice, it was the stranger from the after party. It didn’t matter to me still, not even his beauty was enough.
I jumped right in and let the water engulf me and drown away my sorrows with it.
Ethan's povThat night with the strange beautiful girl was one of the best nights I had in a long time. I had initially gone to the wedding because I needed to mingle. My board of trustees were threatening to pull out their investments and sell their shares which was going to be very bad for business. They wanted me to settle down and produce an heir, someone of my own blood and grooming who would handle things when I was gone. I wasn't a very social person. I wasn't particular about getting married so soon. But I knew they weren't bluffing, they were serious about their demands and while I was the richest young man this city has ever known, it didn't mean I wouldn't be affected if they all turned against me. So I agreed and that was why I was at the wedding in the first place. I came conveniently late when the after party had already begun and decided to scavenge for a woman I could make my contract wife. I was about to leave-most of the ladies there already had partners- when
Ethan's POVI have developed a likeness for her, so much that I can't wait for the marriage contract to be signed.Amelia is so innocent and I doubt she will hurt a fly. The way she cried the last time when she said her traumatic experience to me still hurts. How could they have done all of this to her? How? I was too dumb to have noticed she was going through a lot that night. I arrived late at the venue, afterall.I almost feel bad for taking her that way the other night. I want to take back the hands of the clock but I can't. I know I enjoyed every bit of the heat but then, it should not have been that way.Something romantic and sweet would have sounded better. A side of me is happy I didn't get to see what had transpired at the wedding venue. If I had seen every bit of the disheartening scene, I might end up punching Luke in the face.Not just Luke, I would also hit Scarlett so hard in her stomach that if Luke ejaculated inside of her the night before, it would gush out. My pit
Ethan' PovI left the house this morning for work. I was in a hurry and I did not get to see Amelia before leaving the house. I had stopped for a moment at the door of her room before leaving, listening carefully to be sure she was still breathing. I know she would not do anything funny, I just have to be sure.My daily routine is wake up, have my bath and take some tea before heading to my office until evening time before I can head back to the house. I am in my car alone, driving to work.My driver is on leave at the moment, he pleaded with me for a quick leave days ago. He had given me a good excuse to be away and I am merciful enough to grant him his request.I drove my car by myself, carefully, avoiding potholes on the tiled road. Government officials are working already by this time. I arrived at the gate leading into the compound of my property, honking for the company gateman to open the iron jar for me to drive in. He opens the gate and waves at me."How are you, Peter?" I
Luke's POVAfter my wedding to Scarlett, I paid a certain amount of money into my In-law's account.Our deal was to have one of their daughters in exchange for my help. I had chosen Amelia and she, in return, chose me. My new in-laws have been on my neck months before I started a relationship with Amelia, asking for money to settle a certain man they were owing.I am not a person who gives out money in such a way without any exchange for something. I mean, it would be a different thing if I was asked for a loan, and not help. If I give a loan to someone, I would give a time frame with an interest request attached to my deal with them. However, the case is different from the Stones. I did not want to give them a loan, besides they would not have the money to pay me back, so I asked for what I wanted. Amelia was the woman I wanted amongst the two women the Stones birthed. Her dumb behaviour at our supposed wedding ruined everything I should have with her.At first, I was embarrassed
Ethan's POVI had just arrived from work today. My lawyer did not show up the other day with the marriage contract documents. I was exhausted from today's work. I was paid a visit from some influencers and investors who live within the country and a long meeting was held.Luckily, Robert was not amongst the men who had visited and I am glad he wasn't. I did not want to face him for now, until everything had happened.I rested my head on my car seat, gathering strength to park and get down.I parked my car at the lot to walk into the house. I perceived aroma coming from the kitchen and I was used to Amelia's cooking habit.I understand that she is bored at home and wants to keep herself busy.I was happy there was homemade food today and I was also excited because I will feast on a scrumptious meal. "Good evening," I greeted her while I sat on the couch in my living room. She looked like she was waiting for me, I came back quite late today. "Good evening," she greeted me back, smili
Amelia's POVOne thing I have not expected all my life is to be married to one of the richest men in the states. I have seen this happen in movies and other foreign countries.At the same time, I never thought I would have such an experience for myself.I always wanted a fairytale life, yes. But never have I assumed marriage with a very rich man, someone average like Luke and not Ethan.These past years, I have heard about the Blackwood generation from the internet. I remember vividly the main owner and CEO of a company dying last year. I couldn't remember well but I know I heard that his only son would take over.Ethan Blackwood was the name I had heard people say over the news. How could I have thought I would get married to him, on contract? It simply means I would be a part of his wealth since I will give him a child, a son. It is unbelievable.&nbs
Tessa's POVWe have not heard from Amelia since a day after the wedding when we asked her to leave the house. Carl had walked around in search of her, hoping to find her. Most times he stays awake at night, expecting her to walk in. I, myself, wish he would not see her again, not now or forever.I wanted to wake up one day and see her on the television screen as dead. I want to hear if she was hit by a truck, or a train. Even a car, so long she dies. This is what I want.Amelia was birthed by mistake and I do not hate her, but I see her as a mistake. All her years of growing as a woman, the neighbours chose her over Scarlett and Scarlett ended up sulking.We watched her leave the house after seizing her cards and car. She had sobbed with mucus flowing from her nose to her upper lip, looking at her sister and ex-fiance with hateful eyes. She left without taking an
Amelia's POVThe day I will be called, "Mrs. Blackwood," after weeks of anticipation finally arrived. Ethan has asked severally if I still needed something for the wedding days before today and I told him I don't. The money he had sent to me was more than enough to prepare for a court wedding. I had purchased a very expensive outfit for the day, with a silver slipper to match.Ethan made plenty of calls days ago, booking the services of the best hairstylist and makeover artist for the day. I was still in bed by this time, the wedding will begin in five hours and I am very nervous.I woke up with a nervous feeling, holding my stomach at intervals and getting encouragement from my husband-to-be. He had walked to my room the moment he heard the faucet from my bathroom squeak."Relax," he said to me and I smiled at him, displaying my set of teeth at him. He smiled at me, w